right-side-up tidal waves shoot eyes,they try not to patronize the red fingernailsthat bleed red thoughts,and as denim drains they hope they canbind her legs,twisting through craters in celestial boundaries,entwining comets between her thighs,she bleeds and bleeds out of folliclesand fingertipsthey told her to stay grounded, so shetried but she tried a little too hardbecause one day she fell through the earthher toes barely touching as sinking plumestried to save herwhile she fell throughat a rapid pace but they failedas she is now out of reach,disintegrated and forgotten,nobody will dwell on the thought of her existenceeven she will resist smelling the memoryof blue carnationsand her mind is purged as she sinks throughthis strange earth,through its mud,through its soiland as she reaches the center she is a cool breezeof the cold tap watershe used to pour over her knees onhot dayseven though her mother preached of waste,she never felt she was being wastefuland now,dirt encrusts her fingers in the purest of ways,although the indelible pen marks left in her brainare bleeding through her skull like thin paper;the scrapes on her knees are now rotted awaywith the rest of herbut she still misses pinning flowerson her jacket from time to time